For the rest of the day I managed to avoid Antonio.

When my last lesson ended, I walked home alone (mainly because my brother was at his bastard's house). I'm not saying it was lonely, but the alone time wasn't not appreciated.

Because Grandpa was at work, the whole house was empty so I was basically left to my own devices. Instead of playing video games or going on my laptop, however, I forced myself into my bedroom and told myself to work.

Emphasis on the told.

Whether my brain had shut down or I just didn't want to work, I ended up doing my usual routine of procastination. This was where I would do everything ever possible to prepare myself to work, but never actually do any. Eventually, after rearranging my highlighters in rainbow order for around the fifth time, I decided to take a shower (in further efforts of procrastination).

Hopping up from my desk, I grabbed my phone, a pair of black skinnies and a grey shoulder-hang long sleeved t-shirt by way of clothing. It was a miracle to feel the hot water rushing over my body after such a long day, and I was accompanied by the music blasting (probably too loudly) from my phone.

Just as I was thinking this, said music stopped in favour of playing a ringtone, and as I checked the screen the face of a certain Spainiard smiled up at me, accompanied by his number underneath. Silently, I cursed the brunette for actually calling me, and wondered. I could just let it ring out? Or maybe that would be rude...

Drying my hands on a nearby towel, I leaned out the shower  and answered the call reluctantly. As soon as I did, Antonio's sunny voice sung through the earpeice.

"Holà, Lovi!" He cheered.

"The fuck do you want." It wasn't even a question, really.

"Uhhh, to talk to you?" Antonio replied.

I tutted and tolled my eyes, not even relieved that he couldn't see me- I would have done it either way.

"Can we do this when I'm not in the shower?" I muttered.

"You know, you shouldn't have your phone in the shower, Lovi."

"Neither should you be so fucking stupid but you still do it."

"Lovi! Don't be rude." I could almost hear the pout in his voice.

"Whatever, I'm leaving." I muttered before hanging up and continuing my music.

However, if my previous feelings had been relief, now I was just reminded of that damn bastard again. That  bastard with his stupid fucking grin and his stupid messy hair and his fucking stupid eyes that were actually kind of- wait.

Fuck.

I mean, that bastard. The Spanish one with the stupid fucking grin. The one I hate.

Reluctantly, I stepped out the shower and dressed, grabbing my phone and walking back over to the desk. Sighing, I realized that I wasn't going to be doing any work, so instead I needed a distraction. And who better than the bastard? Unlocking my phone, I sent him the first text.

L: Sup bastard

Bastard: Hey, Lovi!

L: dont call me that

Bastard: Aww, fine.

L: wuu2 anyways

Bastard: I was studying, but I have a feeling that's gonna be kinda hard with you here.

L: rood ill leave if u dont want me here u bastard

Bastard: Somehow I though you'd text more graciously.

L: only for the ppl i like

Bastard: And I'm not one of those people?

L: Far from it.

Bastard: But you just... do you not see what you just put?

L: Shut up, Bastard.

Bastard: "Bastard" wouldn't need capitalization.

L: Fucking grammar Nazi over here, jesus christ.

L: Also, it corrects it to that because it's your contact name.

Bastard: Seriously?

L: Mmm.

Bastard: Oh seriously?

L: What the actual fuck, Antonio.

Bastard: I don't know.

L: Same.

Bastard: Is that like your thing?

L: Yup. Because I am the meme queen.

Bastard: Can I be your meme king?

L: What?

Bastard: What.

L: Did you just.

L: Did you just meme.

Bastard: Can I be your meme king yet?

L: Yeah, but can we skip the vows, Mewtwo is right there.

Bastard: Wait, seriously?

L: Omg Antonio your meme skills are on point.

Bastard: Imma just take that as a compliment?

L: Yeah sure, go ahead.

Bastard: What are you up to, though?

L: The art of procrastination.

Bastard: Lovi! You should work.

L: Don't call me that, bastard.

L: Also shut up.

Bastard: Why must you wound me.

L: His name is...

Bastard: JOHN CENA

L: Okay, come be my meme king.

Bastard: Kay.

L: Hey, can you actually speak Spanish.

Bastard: Sí!

L: Okay, so then what the fuck is on my sheet.

Bastard: Spanish, probably.

Sighing, I took a picture of the Spanish homework sheet in front of me and sent it to him.

L: Okay, so what does this say?

Bastard: I'm not letting you cheat!

L: It's not cheating. It's called getting an advantage.

Bastard: Well, you'll never learn if I just tell you.

L: THEN TELL ME HOW, PLEASE I'M SUFFERING.

Bastard: Okay, basically this is past tense.

His texts carried on until I had made my way through half of the sheet, but then I just ended calling him so that he could explain it better. When I finally had translated the last little bit of information, I leaned back and sighed.

"That was a big sigh!" Antonio laughed.

"Oh please shut up, you sound like my Nonno." I retaliated.

"Who's Nonno? Is that your girlfriend or something?"

I snorted and then covered my mouth. I tried not to laugh, I really did, not that it worked.

"What?" Antonio asked innocently.

"Okay firstly, no. Just no." I laughed. "Nonno means Grandpa in Italian. Oh and secondly, I'm gay."

"Well, I figured from the whole... ordeal." Antonio laughed awkwardly

"Okay, sounds fake but okay." I replied in monotone.

"Insert pepe face here." The Spaniard laughed.

"Such pepe, much wow."

"What is actually happening? Is this what our relationship is built on?"

"Probably, I'm not much more than that tbh." I sighed, wheeling away from the desk to stare out of the window.

"No, you're much more than that, Lovi. It's just that everyone's too selfish to notice."

Even though he couldn't see me, I still tried to hide the blush that I knew was creeping onto my cheeks.

"Tch. Shut it bastard." I spat.

"Rude. Lovino?"

"Sup, bastard?"

"Why do you call me Antonio?" The Spaniard asked.

"Uhh, if you haven't noticed, it's your fucking name?" I replied.

"No, I mean like, why not Toni?"

"Oh. Well, I dunno. Maybe because I don't know you that much? Or maybe because I like your full name?" I rambled absent mindedly, without giving a second thought. Then I froze. "I mean, your name, it's okay I guess..."

"Hmm." Came the reply.

"Whats the fuck is that meant to mean?" I stuttered, annoyed.

"Nothing! Oh man, I'm hungry..." The Spaniard laughed.

I knew he was just trying to change the subject, but now that he mentioned it...

"Fuck. Yeah, I'm gonna cook actually..." I thought out loud.

"Mmm... food. I can't be bothered to cook though..." I heard the Spaniard say.